This one was tough... It really made me think about my life. I'd rather know when I'm going to die so I can make sure to make the most out of my time here. Not just for myself but for those around me, and especially for the one I love.

Probably the one I love most. This way I can make sure there are no regrets when this person finally passes.

Too often you hear about arguing couples that leave a fight unresolved over night. The next day one of them dies and the last words spoken to them were horrible, and there is nothing you can ever do to take that back.

Knowing the date makes sure you enjoy this person to the fullest, and when they finally have to go you won't have a lifetime of regret.

Piss silly string. Farting would be enhanced, sure, but my pants would constantly be full of confetti. Pissing silly string, however, would be handy, since I could just piss in my pants on long car rides and so on and only have some silly string to clean up.

But imagine you're at work/school and you have the mayor assignment that you need to turn in but all you see is orange from the fucking Cheetos powder. Or even worse, red. You'd never be able to wear white and all your house would be always stained. No thanks, I'll take the fruit

Well I am a girl which would mean I get a merman, right? In that case I would choose regular merman because he could go down on me and finger and I'd be safe because there's be nothing to blow. If I had to have a mermaid I would still choose a regular mermaid because there's more edible meat on the tail that I could cook.

live forever. there is so much to experience, entire sections of the universe to explore, so many alien women to have relations with. eventually, i might get bored, but then ill find something to keep me occupied

Die right now. Immortality in the short run (Couple thousand years) would seem like a blast but humanity would continue to evolve and you would eventually become a freak. You would continuously have to hide due to people recognizing you. Sooner or later humanity will begin to die off and you will be left alone. Forever. I would choose dying right now.

humanity continue to evolve, how do u mean? what is preventing me from evolving alongside it? maybe shape, mold and influence it? why can't i reinvent myself over and over, be a thief one lifetime, be a superhero in another lifetime? sounds like fun on a bun

But after you have done everything, or even most things, "things" would begin to lose their meaning. Relationships would mean nothing, because you would watch them grow old while you remained the same, and know they will die. Each one would progressively mean less and less. You might have fun exploring for a while, but eventually it would lose its mystery and beauty, and existing for so long, each moment of life would begin to mean near nothing,

this is what we think will happen. our perception of time and events is rather linear. who's to say that i can't experience all of time, if immortality is an option? isn't that what we strive for tho? a life filled with little moments that we hold and cherish? i've lived only ~9,300 days. i can remember lots and lots of moments, but certainly not all of them. i cherish each moment i can remember, but i do not miss the ones i never knew i had forgotten. plus. traveling the universe and exploring its vast emptiness and depth sure beats sitting at home and masturbating.

If your in the middle of a hot desert, alone, you have an option to walk the 100 miles to the closest cilization area (dont worry, your walking the right way) in 10 days or less or your killed a violent death or would you rather choose to end it right there before even trying with a touch of a button and no pain.

You wake up chained down in the doggy style position. You open your eyes and see your grandfather standing directly in front of you. Except, he just got back from working on the yard on a hot Arizona afternoon, and he is completely naked. His naked, furry crotch stares you in the eyes. You take a look behind you, and its just a random dude with a 9 inch penis erect as it ever will be. His hands gently grasp your hips as he anxiously waits for a decision to be made.

Would you rather... Rub your face all over your grandfathers stinky sweaty crotch for 30 minutes on national television.

OR

Be on the receiving end of anal sex with the random man with 9 inches of love to share(this means penis), for 2 hours, and nobody except you and him know about it. (this may be an easy answer for some who like that stuff)